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Preface to repost.
With permission from Ms. Paper Flower, I’m reposting her latest translation from today. This fic doesn’t have the length and shock of “Girls’ Club”, but out of feminine subtlety, even the more usual plots can bring an extraordinary experience.
Peng Zuoxian
Happy Island (I)
Betty gazed excitedly at the sandy beach in front of her like white gauze and the green emerald shrubs behind her, the palm fronds of the Braza mesmerizing her. She was very proud of herself for choosing such a new place to bring her crew for their summer dance camp training.
Betty is a summer dance camp instructor. Her company sends promotional ads to every public and private high school in the country every year offering summer dance camps to train the school’s cheerleaders. The cheerleaders at Wynston Private High School for Girls are nationally famous, their seven-story stacks and wave flying kicks are unrivaled across the country, simply because they come to Summer Dance Camp every summer to train, now in their seventh year. Usually, summer dance camps are located on the Big Island, but as their company’s fame grew and more schools attended, the headquarters decided to set up a camp on an outlying island, where they would have more room to train and it would be quieter, so the team members could concentrate more on their training.
Happy Island is one such place. It has a series of small townhomes that haven’t been lived in for over a decade. When the Dance Camp Company bought the island, the townhouses came with it. The water system and all the amenities here are modern, and both small docks can moor supply boats or large yachts coming from the big island. The logistical staff has taken up residence in it first, and from a distance you can see the smoke rising from the cooking fires Today’s midday lunch is ready, with barbecue burgers and Chinese salads, and the Big Island specialties of mineral water and palm-fruit coconut milk, the thought of which is mouth-watering.
Behind her, twenty high school teenage girls giggled and talked and laughed, carrying or holding gym bags in their hands, stepping on the young white sand and walking toward the palm-covered from of white houses.
Once the cheerleaders had been assigned their rooms, they headed for their respective rooms, two of them to a room, while Betty was in a suite by herself. She dropped off her bags, then stripped off her half-assed short-sleeved shirt and jean shorts, grabbed a set of underwear, and walked into the bathroom.
At eighteen years old, Betty is already a sophomore in college, majoring in performing arts. She had been a cheerleader since junior high school and maintained her cheerleading activities through college, and her professional training combined with her years of experience made her a standout among the new coaches hired for the dance camp. Her body was slender, with firm 34C breasts, a long waist and hip curve that stretched to her long legs that seemed to have no end, a slightly brown body that showed sunny health, and long wavy brown hair that didn’t show the slightest bit of stumps or split ends, even with all the regular swimming. The water flowed slowly down her pink nipples with the shower gel over the triangular clump of brown grass between her legs, she was a young girl who liked to be neat and tidy, her bikini line was trimmed very cleanly and even her pubic hair was trimmed very neatly and uncluttered, her eyes were closed as she enjoyed this moment of peace and quiet.
Benjamin sat on the lookout wooden platform of Pier 1, staring boredly at the rippling colorful blue sea and the white sandy beach reflecting the dazzling light. He and Randall were the security guards for this pier, and Joan and Belle were the security guards for the other pier. His job was relatively easy, no one would intrude on this island except some small vacation fishing boat that had gotten carried away with fishing or a yacht owner looking for a romantic island to make love to, after all, she was off the main channel and the locals were aware of the news that the island had just changed hands.
In five minutes, lunch would be delivered, and when he got off work in the afternoon he could probably enjoy the training of the new cheerleaders as he passed the playground, the girls were said to be in pretty good shape. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought.
Below, there was the familiar sound of a battery-operated car, and a thick voice called out, “Old Ben, dinner’s ready!” He didn’t need to look to know that it was the only male inside the logistics team – the cleaning man, Aso.
Aso was a short, five-footed, dark-skinned Filipino who liked to have lunch with old Ben and Randall every day, then light a cigar and talk roughly about the women inside the camp. Benjamin struggled to lift his two hundred and forty pound body and cracked a big smile, “Damn, Aso, why so early today?” Walking down from the wooden platform, he saw a dazzlingly beautiful blonde girl sitting on top of Aso’s car, wearing a white girly tank top, revealing a cute little waist, wearing a pair of white suit shorts underneath, and looking at him with a smile on her long, white, firm legs, with one leg stretched out and the other gracefully bent, skillfully covering any possible angle of nudity. And beside Aso, a shorter teenage girl with long chestnut colored hair, wearing a white, half-tucked women’s shirt with a loose bow at the front of her waist, also wearing a pair of suit shorts, was resting on Aso’s shoulder and giving him the V sign of victory.
Benjamin froze for a moment, “Hey, Sol, what’s up? Where’d you find these two beauties?”
Happy Island (II)
Aso hunched his shoulders a bit and said in a thick Filipino accent, “Lynda and Marley are from the Wynston High School cheerleading squad that just arrived and they wanted to see if the island’s security guards were cool.” Both teenage girls made charming smiles and greeted him. Benjamin couldn’t stop smiling, beautiful women are such a sight to fucking see, he thought, cracking his big mouth and saying, “Welcome, welcome! Ladies, there’s a handsome man up there! Randall! Don’t read your martial arts novels, come down and see these two beautiful ladies first!”
Six feet tall, muscular, and wearing a Marine Corps hat, Randall appeared at the exit of the observation deck, wearing a pair of sunglasses and little expression on his taut, angular face. He gave a cold greeting to the two teenage girls below and began to step down the steps. Lynda and Mari squealed excitedly, “Wow!
So cool! Handsome guy!”
Randall absently craned his head to look at the dock and said to Benjamin, “There’s a yacht docked there, go see what’s going on.”
At that moment, everyone saw the yacht leaning there, the door opened. Benjamin reluctantly muttered, “I don’t know what kind of big spenders are out there, they’re bored, don’t they know this is a private island? Ladies wait, I’ll be right back!” He moved his bulky body towards the yacht.
Benjamin saw two men already walking on top of the beach, coming his way, and a few more appeared at the yacht’s entrance. Coming toward him were two brown-skinned women wearing dark green half-shirts, very short dark green shorts, and belts around their waists with a string of bullet pouches while a string of bullet pouches were slung over their bodies as well, and both of them were holding a MAC-10 inside their hands.
Benjamin thought to himself, “Shit! What’s the point of playing the field game with us?” He called out to the two girls, “Hey! Where are you guys from? This is a private island, you can’t play wild games here! Go back!” The two girls didn’t seem to hear what he was saying and continued to walk forward, while three more girls dressed in the same outfit came down from the yacht and started walking in his direction.
Benjamin fumed as he drew his pistol and made an aiming gesture, “Hey! Stop! This is a private…” Before he could finish his sentence, one of the women suddenly straightened the MAC-10 in her hand, “Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug.”
A few clicks later, several columns of blood erupted from Benjamin’s obese chest, and he took two steps backward, dropped his gun, and fell headfirst on top of the beach after staring, unable to believe what was happening in front of him.
Randall was greeting Aso when he suddenly heard a strange muttering sound, and he looked up to see Benjamin had collapsed on top of the beach, and five or six heavily armed women were trotting over to the observation deck.
“Terrorists!” He shouted, reaching for his gun before realizing that it was still sitting on top of the observation deck, he turned back to Aso and said, “Drive and run! The terrorists are coming!” Then he ran up to get the gun. Aso was scared out of his wits, he quickly climbed into the battery car, “Run for your life!” Although he didn’t know what was happening, he knew it must be very serious, and hurriedly took the hands of the two young girls and pulled them into the car and drove away. Only a few steps out of the car, the back of his head suddenly emerged a few columns of blood, splattered on top of the nearest Lynda’s white shorts, scared the two teenage girls screamed shrilly, Aso’s body on one side, then fell to the left, the battery car lost control, overturned, lunch flew all over the place.
Two young girls in the car overturned the moment jumped down, also thanks to their regular cheerleading jump training, agile, but the force of the impulse also made them fall on the gravel road, can not climb up. Lookout above the sound of semiautomatic rifles rang out, “pop! Pop! Pop!” One of the women who was running toward the lookout gave a full body jerk, bent backward, and planted herself on the ground. Another covered her shoulder and rolled to the ground, seemingly missing the vitals. But the MAC-10s in the hands of several others erupted in flames, and Randall’s head went down and he fell off the top of the platform, not moving a muscle.
Lynda and Mary trembled with fear, hiding behind the overturned battery car, saw a few women rushed up to the observation deck. Marley said: “It’s over, what should we do?” Lynda said: “no one out of the yacht, it seems that these terrorists, you stay here, I ran out to pick up their guns, kill them!”
“Are you crazy? You could lose your life!”
“We can’t just wait here to die!” With that, Lynda leapt up like a gazelle, darted toward the beach, pulled up the MAC-10 of the woman who had just been killed, and turned back toward the lookout. At the mouth of the ladder, just as the two gals were getting ready to come down, Lynda brought her gun up and “BURST BURST BURST BURST BURST BURST BURST BURST BURST BURST!” Flames were sprayed at the two terrorists, the two girls, although murderous, but after all, they were also wonderful girls, cold chest and stomach heat, blood burst out, couldn’t help but scream miserably, they bent their bodies and planted down the ladder. Another woman appeared in the doorway, Linda lifted the gun, a trigger, only to hear the sound of “Kaka”, the original shuttle inside the bullets have been shot out for her!
Too late, too soon, the woman on top of the stage had pulled the trigger, “Chug-chug-chug!” “Ouch mom!” Lynda’s whole body trembled chaotically, the bullet made a point on her firm and bulging right nipple, leaving three red holes in the center of her chest and on her left breast! Wearing a girly tank top outfit, she didn’t wear a bra underneath, and the bullet joyfully drilled through her breast, penetrated her body, and then lurched into the top of the beach; her whole body went limp, staggered backward a few steps, bent her long legs, threw the gun away, and then planted herself on top of the beach. The three terrorists rushed down and saw a young girl behind the battery-operated car, holding up her hands, crying, “No. Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!”
A woman raised her gun and was about to shoot when a short-haired woman appeared on top of the observation deck, “Wait!”
Above her belt was a pistol, and she appeared to be a leader. She walked down slowly and said to her men, “Take her up!” Three brown-skinned women pulled Marley up to the lookout room.
Inside the room, there was only a single bed with a desk next to it, which still had the novel that Randall had just read on it, while on the other side of the bed was a radio station with channel paper above the wall.
The short-haired woman said to Mari, “What are you?”
Mari sobbed, “I’m… I’m a Winslow High School cheerleader… I’m here to train… Have mercy!”
The short-haired woman twisted on the radio and tuned in, “Tell them you’re going to be late getting back from the fun you had here!”
“Base! Go ahead! Over.” A female voice came from the other side.
“I’m Mari, Aso took us here to Pier 1 and we had a great time! To go back later… There are terrorists ah! Mari suddenly screamed. The short-haired woman shot the switch off the radio. She grimaced and stared at Mari for a while before saying, “I didn’t realize, huh? You’re quite brave!
Get her into bed!”
The two women dragged Mari onto the bed. Mari thought to herself, “I’ll give it up this time, the worst thing I can do is die, these are all women, they can’t rape me, right? She didn’t resist and let the two girls take off her white suit shorts. Inside her was a pair of high-cut lace women’s panties, and the outlines of her bulging pubic mound and taut labia were all very clearly visible. The two women secured her hands to the top of the bed frame with handcuffs and then pulled her long white slender legs straight apart.
The short-haired girl said to Mari: “You must be thinking that I won’t rape you because I’m not a man, right? Hee hee! You’re quite smart. I guess you’ve never had the pleasure of being a girl, have you? Soon you’ll be able to…” As he said this, he drew his pistol and gently rubbed the center of Mari’s labia with the sight of the barrel. Mari was overwhelmed with a wave of shyness and tickling. With tears streaming down her face, her body desperately wanted to shrink up, but was unable to do so, and was only able to mumble and wail, “No. Please don’t do this! Please don’t do this!
Don’t…”
The short-haired girl focused the barrel of the gun on the middle of Mari’s labia a little bit above the middle, rubbing it in a circle, whispering, “Hehehe, don’t be shy, who knows girls better than women? Relax your body, enjoy the comfort!” Mari just feel a never felt before, very special comfort from her pussy diffuse to the whole body, bring a very shy girl unique sexual pleasure beauty, she can not help but open her mouth moan.
The short-haired girl smiled and said, “Yes, it feels good, doesn’t it? Okay, go for it!” She stepped back, aimed the barrel of the gun between Mari’s pussy lips, and pulled the trigger twice. “Ouch!” Mari screamed in agony, her whole body arching and her legs immediately clamping together, her whole body writhing and struggling desperately, bloody piss dripping out from the area of her vanished clitoris and from the enlarged outer opening of her female urethra, her head flopping from side to side, her mouth wide open as she moaned and screamed obscenely, and then her legs stomping and kicking and convulsing, the mattress under her hips leaking a reddish color immediately.
“Back to the ship.” The short-haired woman glanced at the young girl still struggling on top of the bed and walked out of the lookout.
Happy Island (III)
Betty examined the mess the terrorists had left behind. At the radio tent on Pier 2, she was now the only one left. A very well-built terrorist, probably not quite a twenty year old girl, lay curled up on her side, her eyes white and red blood dripping from her mouth and nostrils. A train of machine gun bullets had swept across her breasts and there were several red holes in the top of her very short dark green shorts. One of her breasts was exposed as she fell, the nipple was dark brown.
Two young blonde girls lay side by side next to the radio station, still clutching their MAC-10s in their hands.
They looked like they were very surprised. They were both wearing dark green bikini bathing suits, and their breasts were red with blood. Their shorts showed off their long, brown legs, folded under their bodies, and two of Betty’s students lay in the doorway of the tent.
She knelt down to Tricia’s side, the young cheerleader had been hit squarely in the breasts by the MAC-10, her blue and yellow lycra bikini swimsuit breasts were a mess of bullet holes, crimson blood leaking red all over them. The lower part of her bathing suit was a mini-skirt, again a mix of fibers and bullet holes. Tricia’s sun drained hair cascaded over her pretty, beautiful face. Betty gently closed her eyes.
Nina’s legs dropped to her knees when she took the first shot before she fell forward. Her round ass was high in the air, her sun-browned skin whiter against her halter-top bikini swim trunks. There was a series of bloody projectile holes in her back that turned out of her skin. Betty turned her over and she had high breasts, still as gracefully curved and held very firm by her bikini bra, but already permeated with blood. As Betty got close to her, she could even see how the bullets had entered the girl’s breasts with such precision and neatness that they had left a series of small bullet holes in the fullest part of her breasts, and it was hard to imagine the havoc that had been wreaked by these bullets.
Minna was lying slightly further away, a Uzi submachine gun still tugged tightly inside her hand, the bra of her blue bikini bathing suit swept by a volley of bullets, the girl lying on her back with her legs unashamedly spread wide in a wide pattern, and her pee leaking out of her crotch, which could still be seen.
Aisley lay with Vinnie, both with their guns thrown several feet away, Aisley blocked most of the bullets that were fired at Vinnie, and there were red bullet holes in the bra area of her pink bikini bathing suit, her bare stomach, waist, and pussy, all of which had turned up the fibers of her clothes or her muscles. Chubby Vinnie still had a cute round face with a smirking expression when she died, and her crotch, pubic mound, and lower abdomen uterus were full of bullet holes.
Not far away, the body of a young girl with short blonde hair, wearing a short-sleeved uniform and shorts, with two bullet holes in the tops of her high, firm breasts, hung upside down on the observation deck. She was Joan, the first of the security guards to be killed.
Her companion, lying at the bottom of the ladder on the observation deck, half-naked, wearing only a pair of bikini swim trunks, her breasts ravaged by bullets and covered in blood foam and yellow breast fat body, turned out like tofu puffs.
Betty knelt in front of the radio as she twisted the emergency call channel. It was useless, actually. It had taken the lives of the six students she’d brought with her to finally grab the radio, but this one was a short-frequency one for the island. She didn’t expect to be heard at all, since they weren’t in contact with Oshima on station 9Q because of the distance; and since this was private water, there wouldn’t be any ships that would hear her emergency call and come to the rescue. So she didn’t expect anyone to answer her either.
“Betty? Is that you?” Suddenly a girl’s voice came over the radio.
“Yoland? Really! Yoland, it’s you?” Betty perked up.
“Of course! God, it’s so good to hear your voice, you’re still alive?”
“Yeah, where are you?”
“I’m on top of a fishing boat and Sophie is here. Two guys fishing saved us. We told them that there were terrorists attacking us, and you took a couple of guys to grab the radio, and went so long that you thought you were all dead. We’re anchored offshore at the north end of the island at the reef clumps where the terrorists won’t find out.”
“Watch out!”
“We will, the two dudes-Jason and Aang-are looking out for us pretty well, and they said it would be best to meet up with us in the wee hours of tomorrow morning, so we won’t be easy to give away, and we can escape back to the Big Island on their boat!”
“We have ten other students hiding inside the coconut grove, the dormitory side has been taken over by terrorists and everyone has been killed!”
“The cheerleaders didn’t kill anyone in the dorms, did they?”
“No, luckily Mari gave us an early report! Well, without further ado, I’m going to get ready now!”
Betty breathed a sigh of relief. In the end, there was at least a glimmer of hope that she could do her duty by saving a few more of the cheerleader girls.
Yolen turned off the radio and Jason and Aang stood right behind her. She made a charming smile at them and said, “Betty was the teacher who brought us here, Si, and we were able to save ten more of our classmates.”
Jason and Aang exchanged a look, and Jason said, “They’ll have no problem hiding inside the forest for the night today, right?”
“No problem, we each pulled a sleeping bag’s when we were on the run, just a little less clothing, a lot of people were wearing swimsuits as they were getting ready to go swimming in the afternoon, a few were getting ready to do a little fit practice in the afternoon, but they also wore cheerleading uniforms, which are pretty short, so it would have been nice if it hadn’t been cold at night.”
Aang walked out of the cabin. Sophie was lounging in a canvas sun chair on the deck, her long red hair, long slender brown legs, and bright yellow halter-style bikini bathing suit strongly exuding the scent of a young girl.
Yulan stared at Jason: “Have I ever thanked you for saving our lives?”
Jason crossed his arms over his bare chest and smiled a little sheepishly, “It’s been a couple times, hasn’t it?”
Yoland stood up as if a folding machine of beauty had been turned on. Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, her long, white neck ere as graceful as a swan, her big, playful eyes, and her mouth curved in a perpetual smile. She wore a girly blue tank top with thin suspenders and a pair of Denny’s girly jean shorts that showed off her long, strong legs and the graceful curve of her waist and hips.
Yolan approached Jason, pulled his hands away from his waist and around his own slender waist, tilted his head back and smiled as he whispered to Jason, “Did you know that a boy’s act of bravery can be impulsive to a girl?”
Jason sighed when he felt how soft his hands were where he held them, and a rush of girlish fragrance came into his nostrils.
Yolen said, “Want me to thank you again?” She wrapped her arms around Jason’s muscular, strong body and fell back, pulling Jason down onto the bed.
Sophie lazily stood up with a very graceful posture, and seeing Aang standing beside her, she murmured, “What a beautiful sunset!”
Aang looked with greedy eyes at the charming slim girl in front of him, the setting sun reflected her red hair with a jewel-like glow, he took Sophie’s hand, “You are even more beautiful…” Sophie softly cried out and fell softly into Aang’s embrace, closing her eyes and letting Aang savor her soft lips.
Jason almost clumsily took off Yulan’s little camisole undershirt, and inside was a tight little black cute little thing that covered Yulan’s underdeveloped 33B breasts tightly. After he took off Yulan’s little cute, it turned out that there is a back clasp bra without back straps, is a girl guessing brand, in the position of the nipple there is also a “guessing girl” cartoon smiley face pattern, quite playful.
He mumbled, “Isn’t it hot to wear that much?”
“That’s why I want you to take it off! Hee hee!” Yulan said as she pulled Jason’s swim trunks down with a single tug of her hands. Jason also sped up his movements and opened Yulan’s bra clasp, freeing her bosoms. Yulan’s white breasts were a stark contrast to the bronze color of the skin next to them, the impression of the bra was painted as if it were on her breasts, while her breasts were firm and shaped, the bases were starting to round out, and the nipples, pink, were already hardening. Jason couldn’t help but suck on them with one bite, and without stopping, with both hands, he unbuckled Yulan’s belt, unzipped the front of her jean shorts, stripped off her shorts, and then pulled her girl’s boxers down, and Yulan couldn’t wait for him to take them off, and stomped off her panties herself, and the two of them pressed together comfortably with their naked bodies, their lips pressed together and sucking, their tongues swirling around the inside of each other’s mouths, their hands caressing each other’s all over their bodies, legs overlapping and rubbing.
Yoland let out a satisfied whimper like a kitten, feeling something like a stick rolling hard in his lower abdomen.
Jason had never made love to such a beautiful girl before, and the slender, slim young girl’s entire body seemed to be charged with electricity, sending sparks of pleasure and stretching sensuality through every inch of him. Yoland let the hard rod rub against the top of her mound, then slid it between her pussy lips and thighs. Normally teenage girls have long pubic hair between their labia and thighs, but Yoland had removed the hair on the sides very cleanly with depilatory gel because she was going to be wearing a high-cut bikini bathing suit, so it was wonderful to have something to rub against that sensitive spot. Then she gently tickled and crawled Jason’s scrotum with her slender fingers, guiding his hard rod to rub between her pussy lips, grinding her clitoris comfortably, and the pleasure and beauty of the sensation came rushing in like a tidal wave, making her cry out and moan with pleasure. Jason felt that the girl’s pussy was already slurping with love juices, and with a kiss sealing Yoland’s mouth he thrust in. Yulan was no virgin, but her pussy was still tight and she couldn’t help but ouch, but the lubrication of the love juice had an immediate effect and the chilled emptiness was immediately filled.
Jason thrust to his heart’s content, sometimes stabbing very deeply, sometimes shallowly in the front, this is the time to torture Yulan, wishing very much that he could stab to the deepest depths to make her completely happy, but shallow thrusting, but also a very strange and insatiable sense of sexual beauty, coupled with the fact that sometimes his fingers helped to play with the clitoris, and finally made Yulan burning with desire, the small molecules of fast beauty exploded in her whole body, comfortable electric current The little molecules of pleasure exploded all over her body, and the electric currents of comfort filled her whole body, like taking her up to the clouds. Jason in Yulan closed eyes, open mouth screaming, pussy desperately twitching, also collapsed on top of Yulan, although Yulan did not feel anything special, but also know that Jason has already begun to ejaculate. Jason did get comfortable and shot a big hot load of cum inside Yulan’s womb.
While Yulan was screaming in quick beauty, in the other cabin, Sophie was clamping her legs dead center around Aang’s waist, crying out ouch in quick beauty as her pussy began to spasm uncontrollably, finally reaching an orgasm, while Aang suddenly accelerated his motion, stabbing to the deepest point and shooting his sperm so hard it filled Sophie’s pussy and oozed out.
Sophie’s eyes were wide open, but she couldn’t see anything. The violent pleasure and beauty of the sensation made her lose her memory and the sensation of her surroundings, and she was only able to spray small molecules of comfort with the pleasure and beauty of the sensation, melting all over her body. After Yayang finished the last drop of his sperm, he wrapped his arms around Sophie and kissed her sweetly on her little tongue and lips, his body still connected…
Happy Island (IV)
Betty could already see the silhouette of the dark fishing boat as they made their way toward it, toward the rising sun in the east, and there seemed to be no movement above the boat. What was the matter?
As she walked down the beach, Betty saw a slim figure, arms outstretched, waving and jumping, shouting, “Hey! We’re here!”
That was Yoland! Betty was relieved, “Keep up!” With a wave of her hand, the girls burst out of the coconut grove and ran down the beach toward the fishing boats.
Sophie was hugged from behind by Aang and looked happily at her running female companions. Yolan was sitting side by side with Jason on the top of the deck, Jason had his arm around her, his left hand lifting up her little halter top, which was not wearing a bra, and his hand twisted and played with Yolan’s left nipple.
Yoram’s face flushed red and she said shyly, “Not now… okay?”
Jason nibbled on her earlobe, puffed, and said, “Honey, I came to say goodbye.”
Yulan felt a piece of cold metal against her right nipple, looked down, it was a large pistol with a silencer tube. She laughed and said: “What are you doing, so bad!”
“Poof! Poof!” The areola next to Yulan’s left and right nipples suddenly opened up two ugly black holes, and blood immediately gushed out. Yulan’s whole body was hit by the impact of the bullet to fall back two steps, painfully “ouch”, the twisting and stirring with sexual sensations of great discomfort so that her hands immediately covered both breasts, looked at Jason in surprise, did not understand what had happened. Jason did not hesitate, his left hand, let Yulan fall limply on the sun lounger, separated her long legs that once made Jason’s mind go wild, silenced the pipe against the front of Yulan’s Denny’s jean shorts a little under the zipper, and pulled the trigger twice.
“Ouch mama!” Yoland screamed as bloody piss immediately trickled down her legs. Her hands fumbled a few times, her whole body spasmed, she coughed up her staff and spat out blood, then her legs clenched, she shrugged her hips and rolled over and struggled, already experiencing the special pleasure and beauty that only a teenage girl could feel.
Before Sophie could figure out what was happening, Aang had released his hold around her and gave her a slight push, Sophie involuntarily took two steps out of her way as Jason accurately nailed two bullets into her bulging breasts. She screamed “Ouch!” Her hands then flailed in the air a few times before she bent her slim body and slender legs, fell to her knees on the deck, a trickle of blood foaming from the corner of her mouth, and planted herself in a convulsive heap.
Aang pulled up the mast on the side of the boat and pulled hard, and it turned out to be a heavy machine gun with a sling of bullets coming from it! He set up the gun’s legs…
Betty looked up just in time to see Sophie planted in a graceful dance position on top of the boat, the bra of her bikini swimsuit already red. She felt the coolness on the outside of her bare legs as if it were boring into her, the cold water as if it were drilling into her veins. “Ah no! God! It’s a trap!”
It was too late. Jason sat himself comfortably on top of the sun chair, the butt of his gun just up against the steel of the cable tie under the chair, and could feel his already hardened prick rubbing against the butt of the gun. Teenage girls were running towards him in the sunlight, how cozy! He pulled the trigger and the world exploded in a vibrating noise.
“Da da da da da! Da da da da da da da!”
Kiki was the one running on the far left, the first to get shot, and she still didn’t know what had happened.
A few piles of dust rose from the sand in front of her, and then the stream of lead moved upward a little, so that holes the size of coins appeared in her pubic mound, her stomach, and then her left breast, and blood spurted out. And Kiki screamed out “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” The pain ripped through the middle of the super short skirt of her sky blue cheerleading uniform before drilling through the sleeveless top of the cheerleading uniform and she stopped, staggered and planted herself. It was goodbye to the blossoming season of a sixteen-year-old girl.
“Da da da da da! Da da da da da da da!”
“No!!! AHHHHH!!!”
The bra of Janine’s yellow halter bikini swimsuit suddenly opened five holes across her small but hard clean breasts. She was spun around. All the blood inside her lungs was coughed up into her nose and mouth, blood bubbled from the five bullet holes, and the halter was broken, the bra fell off, and Janine was topless as she slowly planted herself. The sixteen year old girl was thus shamefully broken.
“Da da da da da! Da da da da da da da!”
Su Weiwei ran a little slower, she was most satisfied with her body parts which were her white soft long neck and full mature breasts. The seventeen year old girl was already a fully developed young girl.
Suddenly, the beautiful blonde girl took a few steps backwards as she was pushed by something, and she looked ahead suspiciously as if there were some bees flying around her.
“Ouch! …”
A horrible numbness began to fill her body. She looked down and her nipples had been replaced by the two bullet holes that had flipped open her Lycra swimsuit, and blood was spurting freely. Her blood. She tried to cover the wounds with her hands, but they were out of control, numb. Then her legs stopped moving, trying to stand still but finally bending, her vision blurred and she slowly planted herself backwards on top of the beach, her crotch opening up another red hole at that point, piss dripping out but she couldn’t feel it anymore.
The butt of the gun was vibrating, like a small massager vibrating his prick, and watching such a slim and beautiful girl being shot down brought Jason immense pleasure.
“Da da da da da! Da da da da da da da!”
Cynthia had come to the water’s edge ready to launch, coming toward the boat now, and when the gun went off she tried to turn back and run away, but the bullet was faster than she was and caught her head-on just in time. A volley of red holes swept into her 36C breasts, driving all the blood from her heart and lungs into her nose and mouth, spewing out wildly, like ketchup being squeezed out of a hot dog stand. Her breasts almost exploded like water balloons and blood sprayed all over her.
She screamed, her whole body arching before another concentrated row of red holes appeared in the crotch of her sky blue cheerleader superskirt, blood immediately leaking red down her legs. “Ughhhhhhhhh!
Hitting people down there all the time!” She shrieked in shame and misery again, so ashamed! She slowly fell forward, her blonde hair following her body like a comet toward the water.
“Da da da da da! Da da da da da da da!”
Brittany has the long legs and dazzlingly beautiful face of a beauty queen. She has been in many pageants and won every one of them. The star-spangled bathing suit she wore now was also a prize from one of the pageants. Her blonde hair flew like golden clouds and her lips were plump and brilliant. Though she was only seventeen, her 36D breasts proudly showed that she was already developed, and the bathing suit subtly showed a bit of her breasts so that she could display them proudly to her classmates.
Now, her breasts vibrated and the bulges burst into several columns of blood as Jason focused his bullets on her full, conspicuous breasts.
At the same time, she took several steps backward, the beach already splattered with blood from her breasts. She stopped in her tracks and lowered her head, her lifeless eyes looking at her once so proud breasts being completely destroyed by the bullets that sent hot blood rolling out of several bullet holes. She bent her legs sadly and planted herself on top of the sand, her long, seemingly endless legs bending open in Jason’s direction in a uselessly obscene greeting pose.
Jason swept a couple of shots in passing at the curves of the teenager’s perfect mound and the position of her pussy shown by her open legs, the bullets bursting into a column of blood in the middle of her labia, sending her body jumping and writhing for a few moments, blood and piss coming out of her, and her legs kicking about for a while before she stopped.
“Da da da da da! Da da da da da da da!”
Lisa saw what was happening too late, and before she could raise the Uzi in her hand, her cheerleader’s super-short skirt had burst open with eight fatal bullet holes, each of which protruded into thick clots of blood that trickled down her nylon skirt and down her white legs to the top of the beach. She let out a long, long scream, each one raising in volume as a new bullet hit. Immediately and without hesitation the quick beauty surged through her entire body. For a moment, it was like she was flying into the clouds.
At her school, she was famous for her fabulous high kicks, and when her white, soft thighs kicked high, not only her ultra-short skirts, but the whole team’s spirit danced along with the flying skirts. Now, she danced for the last time in her life, screaming, trembling, bleeding, crying, with bullets smashing her from her pubic mound to her labia, and even her thighs were shot. Her body lay helplessly on top of the damp sand, her large eyes staring lifelessly at the sky, her mouth open, her black hair clinging to her forehead with dying sweat, her cheerleader’s super short skirt densely woven like a web of red bullet holes above the one that had taken her fabulous teenage life.
Happy Island (V)
“Da da da da da! Da da da da da da da!”
It was Betty’s turn, in the midst of the girls she was leading toward a gruesome death.
Her eyes made contact with Jason, but at the same time a deadly stream of lead pounced on her.
The bullet struck from the lower labia of her jean shorts, her urethra, her clitoris, her pubic mound… and made a series of small red holes, tearing the fabric that held her graceful buttocks tightly taut through the back of her bulging buttocks. Although she was the teacher of these young girls, she was after all a young girl herself, and when the humiliating ravages finally destroyed her female genitals, she gritted her teeth against each other and cried out in a strained voice, “Ouch! It’s so hard! Why did you hit me there?
The forced sexual pleasure was very strange as her sex changed and her whole body was filled with a special feeling of femininity! Her bullet pierced buttocks began to make her slowly sit down on the beach, her jean shorts were ripped open by the bullet in the crotch, exposing her blood drenched pussy, and allowing Jason to fire a few more shots, causing her to erupt and jump on the top of the beach. And before she could fall completely, Jason became interested in the magic bra inside her shirt, and a volley of bullets made little red flowers on Betty’s ample breasts as the magic bra bounced off several columns of blood. It was as if she had been pushed from inside her body, blood spraying from her front and back. Her once firm, round breasts were drilled through several holes, blood and sprayed from her well maintained pussy and sensitive clit. Firm, slender legs began to bend and plant, her hips finally pressed to the top of the sand, blood gushing up to her mouth as she struggled reluctantly, sadly with the last vestiges of her thoughts lingering on a body as flawlessly beautiful as hers and a happy, playful girlish life, until another volley of bullets swept past her towering breasts, the kinetic energy sending her bouncing and writhing around until the bullets stopped, and so did her body’s writhing.
Aang stripped Sophie naked, in her pussy can still be seen before she woke up this morning Aang shot twice in her vagina, Milky water flowed out, semen will never again in the girl’s uterus development. He pushed Sophie’s body into the white foam of the sea and only heard a ∶
“Da da da da da! Da da da da da da da!”
Lois saw Betty fall in front of her and knew it was her turn next, she desperately ran a few steps to the right and hid behind the stunned Jacqueline. Jason’s favorite thing was to hit teenage girls like that. Satisfied, he nailed bullets into Jacqueline’s perky, 35B breasts, bouncing them underneath the little halter top teenage costume tank top, and when she screamed in agony and pushed up to cover her teenage girl’s proudest part, he felt the vibrations of his prick as he sent bullets into the bra area of Lois’s bulging, blue-and-white bikini bathing suit, who had no place to hide, so that she, too, could experience what it was like when bullets drilled through a teenage girl’s most erotic parts.
The two girls did almost the same thing, first bending their bodies and screaming quickly and beautifully, “Ah!
Yaaaaaah!” And then there was the shaking of their whole bodies as the bullets made red flowers above their breasts. Then there were death moans and cries, choking clots of blood that rattled in the back of their throats and gushed up into their little mouths, and then a slow planting, twisting and stomping and kicking on top of the sand until they died.
Lois was lying next to Jekylline, her legs spread apart, and a bit of pubic hair a different color than her blonde hair was faintly visible. The color of the pubic hair changed immediately, however, as Jason sent a string of bullets directly through the outer opening of the teen’s urethra into her body, and Jason kept the machine gun vibrating until he had shot Lois’s pussy a reddish color and ejaculated himself in time with the series of vibrations, the semen coating the top of the machine gun’s handle.
“Da da da da da! Da da da da da da da!”
Cathy had already brought up her AK-47, but the bullet immediately ripped the chest bulge of her cheerleader’s super-short skirt open and blood splattered out. She screamed an ouch, dropped the gun, and stood for a long time with her hands raised high in the air like puppets on tugging strings before spitting out blood, bending her body and planting it, her skirt rolled up, and the waves washed her silky women’s tricot panties so that they became transparent and a triangular mass of dark hairs was visible. And underneath the torn fabric of her breasts, a mixture of white like milk and red like strawberries was seen. Her beautifully rounded buttocks were twisted toward the sun and the sea, like they were coated in light.
Jason continues to search for a new victim.
“Da da da da da! Da da da da da da da!”
Iris, dressed in a little girly halter top with a pattern in the middle of it in white, white jean shorts, a little straw hat, and two long double braids playfully above her slightly bulging, 33C breasts. She was at the end of the group of teenage girls because one of her feet had gotten stuck inside a sandy swamp, and it took her a good deal of effort to pull her leg out, and the thing was over.
Alice’s whole body vibrated, her sexy little tank top suddenly shaking chaotically as tiny volcanoes erupted from her breasts, of which she was deeply proud, leaking the white tank top into red.
“No! No, no, ah no ！！！！ Ouch yah mama! Ouchhhh it hurts!” She screamed, her hands flying to cover the wound, her soft breasts bouncing, but the life was already draining out of the wound that pierced her back!
She stumbled two steps, her legs spread wide and she was feebly trying to bend them when a precise string of bullets pierced the crotch of her teenage denim shorts, blood and piss immediately spraying out above the beach and down her long, white legs.
Bouncing a few times from the bullets, she groaned out in a strained voice: “Why… why do you hit a girl there…” Her legs bent weakly, and then spasmed and flopped down, and she twisted on the ground a few times before she stopped breathing.
Happy Island (VI)
“Da da da da da! Da da da da da da da!”
Phoebe was only sixteen, but she was taller, with long legs that stretched out softly as if there were no end to them, and her soft 32B breasts curved out in a graceful curve, rising up beneath her long, fitted halter top of blue flowers and white teenage tank top, revealing her slim waist and rounded, beginning-to-develop bulbous hips, wrapped up in brown teenage blazer shorts. Her blonde hair hung cutely in a single braid behind her long, white neck.
When she saw the muzzle of the gun turn her way, she pushed her best friend Farita, who stumbled a few steps to the side, but Phoebus immediately felt a jolt throughout her body, and then as if her crotch had been stirred up by something, an unbearable and very strange sensation of sexual pleasure passed through her entire body, and she couldn’t help but scream, “Ouch!
Why hit someone there!”
Several columns of blood sprang from her slightly heaving breasts, while the crotch of her girly shorts spurted bloody piss that ran down her long legs and spilled on top of the beach. Phoebus went limp and took two steps backwards, her arms stretched out on either side of her body, her head twisted, her mouth wide open, her eyes squeezed shut, and a trickle of blood welled up at the corner of her mouth while clots were jutting out of her nipple area and pussy. She staggered a few times, then bent her long legs and planted herself. She stomped around a few times, then her whole body went hard, and she stomped her legs straight and didn’t move.
Farita looked numbly at the bodies of her female classmates lying sprawled out on top of the beach as she slowly made her way toward the two dudes. She had long soft black hair and a small yellow halter bikini swimsuit that framed her 34B breasts, not terribly perky, but just right for her thriving legs.
She raised her hands and mumbled to the two men with machine guns in front of her, “No, please don’t kill me… please? Please don’t kill me…” As she undid the halter straps of her bikini swimsuit, her firm breasts were exposed, their nipples hardening in the cold morning air.
“Da-da-da-da-da-da!” Jason pulled the trigger. The sand around Farita bounced and jumped up in several small columns. She let out an “ouch” of surprise. Farita smiled as she walked over to Jason and said with a smile, “Thank you… thank you for not killing me…”
“Bang! Bang!”
“Ouch! My breasts…” Farita suddenly screamed in agony as two black holes appeared in the nipples of her bare breasts and red blood flowed down. The seventeen-year-old cheerleader looked down to see that her proud, beautiful teenage breasts had been fatally destroyed. She covered her hands and her bright eyes began to darken as she stared at the man next to Jason with a smoking pistol inside his hand. A wave of uncomfortable sensuality surged through her entire body, and she stumbled backward two steps, twisting her slender waist and planting herself spasmodically, her legs still kicking reluctantly about.
Jason glanced at Aang, “Want me to shoot some more?”
Aang was talking on the radio, “The north side of the island has been solved, very sexist, huh?” He put the microphone down and said to Jason, “No, the mission is accomplished.”
(End of text)